Misanthropic Mama

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I took a little adventure to the south part of town to go to a party. Hoping and praying that a number of particular people would be in attendance. I got squat.

Well, I probably should not say “squat” as there were some there but I could count them all on one hand and still have fingers left uncounted.

The party was awesome. Great music!! I won’t complain about that. my expectations (yet again) were too high and when certain people didn’t show up… that’s when it went to pot.

Five bands that night would rock the night away. And then during the second band, there she was walking in the front door!

Misanthropic Mama (MM).

I met just a few short years ago at a music festival. Each day of the festival she was there and as long as I didn’t go any place else, I would be able to talk to her, get to know her, and hang out with her.

But the problem was the discrepancy of her being any where other than that festival. Two years in a row going to the festival, she was there with the exception of this year, which was disappointing. Yet I survived.

Then she showed up at the party and I was beside myself.

The moment she saw me, she smiled very big and stood there frozen as if she could not believe that she had run into me there.

She and I embraced for what seemed like hours. The one thing that I can always remember about her is that her hugs linger and linger and linger.

But from my elevation, I just cannot hold on to people for forever like that. And most women (people in general) are bending over just to hug me, and eventually their back will tell them to stop.

MM made the attempt to ask questions of me to catch up on how I have been doing and all of that.

I was in disbelief as her hair had grown so much in length since I had seen her last. It was thick and grown past her ass.

She offered to buy me a drink and then we stood there in the back of the club listening to the band that was on stage at that time. I tried not to stare and there were a few times that we caught one another looking at each other but there was no awkwardness to it or anything. A good thing!!

MM and I would move up closer to the stage to have a better view. And she still stood at my side. It is only worth mentioning because that rarely happens.

But it would not last long. Another colleague showed up. Then I was book-ended by women. MM would leave and go somewhere else in the club, if not to the bar. That whole scene is a story for another time.

Towards the end of the night, she told me that she was going outside to smoke some pot. So I told her that I did not, but I would go with her to wherever she needed or wanted to go.

We walked quite a distance away from the club and away from other people until we reached the end of a building and hid behind it in the dark. As she walked in front of me, I just could not believe how long her hair and grown since I had seen her last.

I was close by to her side as she did her business. I found myself running my fingers through her hair, playing with it and complimenting her about it.

Eventually I put my arms around her and she smiled. I told her as I looked into her eyes that she was incredibly beautiful and she bashfully giggled and said thank you.

I pulled her closer and she put her arms around my neck. As her body bent, I leaned in and at the last moment turned my face towards hers. There I was kissing her softly but passionately.

I was successful in this display of deep affection for the first time in my adult life. Being nervous that she would retreat and pull away, but that never happened. There was no apologies, no excuses, no awkwardness of any kind.

As my hands drew up and down her back to her ass and then all the way up to the back of her head and repeating the process, I could taste what was left of the marijuana lingering on her lips.

There we were up against the wall kissing in the darkness until finally she softly pushed her hands against my shoulders to pull away.

I placed my hand on her chest in between her breasts and stomach and told her that I adored her. My hand drew down her torso to her waist and with one finger I searched for her zipper

And right at that moment when things were moving smoothly, some random person came around the corner talking loudly on their cell phone. She backed off real fast and pulled up on her zipper to make sure it was up.

Before anyone could say “Anbesol” she threw her things back into her purse and said “Let’s go back inside.”

It was another hour before she said she was going to go home and she also said that we would meet again soon. But I have doubts.

With her not ever coming out of her home except to go to work, I have no idea when that will be.